Aside from all of the free booze, food, drugs, various roadside attractions, seedy motels and the neverending question of what the next gas station's featured counter snack will be (Fried Pickles? Chicharones?), tour can be totally boring. Who really wants to play the same songs every night for weeks, even months, at a time?
Not Yo La Tengo, not this time. Apparently, the band will be adding a Wheel-of-Fortune wheel (and presumably, an indie rock Vanna White) to their gear trailer when they head out on the road this coming January, and with it, they'll let the rule of averages dictate the first 45-minutes of every set. Below are the potential scenarios:
1. Condo Fucks:
50 million Fuckbook fans can’t be wrong!
Why should Nijmegen and Claremont get all the fun? Is this the night Dump plays your town? Only the wheel knows.
3. The Freewheeling Yo La Tengo:
You ask a question; we answer the question, and maybe follow up with a song.
4. The Name Game:
Have you ever noticed how many Yo La Tengo songs include someone’s name? More than 45 minutes’ worth, that’s for sure, so who knows which ones we’ll do on any given night.
5. Sitcom Theater:
The lucky audience in attendance the night the wheel lands on this space will get to see band and crew act out a classic sitcom.
6. Songs Starting With S:
The only thing more common than a Yo La Tengo song with a name is a Yo La Tengo song starting with S (only one song fits both categories). So many, in fact, that we cannot promise that all of them are on the table, as it were. But we do promise that there will be songs rarely, if ever, heard live.
7. The Sounds of Science part 1
8. The Sounds of Science part 2
All of the lovely sounds we created, but none of that pesky science. We’re leaving the movies at home, and dividing the 90-minute program in half.8. The Sounds of Science part 2
All of the lovely sounds we created, but none of that pesky science. We’re leaving the movies at home, and dividing the 90-minute program in half.
There's no Portland date yet, but I'm thinking of flying in for the Chicago show and demanding that the first 45-minutes be filled with Fuckbook songs. It was confusing, yet strangely rewarding, when Yo La Tengo arbitrarily picked my Connecticut hometown (which is plenty gritty, thank you—it's not all country clubs and coattails in the Nutmeg state) as the Condo Fucks' stomping grounds, made this video, and extended our line of street credit far beyond "the place where that one hussy from En Vogue was born."
You can practice spinning the wheel here.
Condo Fucks- "Come On Up"